Su Wanyan stayed sprawled on the soft carpet for a few more minutes, catching her breath. The sweat on her skin had started to cool, and the room felt too quiet after all that screaming in her head. Finally, she pushed herself up, legs shaky, and sank onto the edge of the bed.
She needed to think.
First thing: same name, Su Wanyan. No awkward pretending to be someone else. Second thing: everything else was bad. Really bad.
A chill ran through her whole body, like she had fallen straight into freezing Antarctic water. The original owner of this body was a classic cannon fodder female alpha. In the novel, she fell hard for the male omega protagonist—that perfect, manipulative little Mary Sue—and chased him desperately. In return, he used her like a disposable tool.
When the domineering male alpha committed a serious crime, the omega framed her to protect his beloved. She took the fall, went to prison, and died there not long after. Then the mighty Su family, once the richest in Chengdu, crumbled completely.
Another cold wave hit her. No way. She was not going down like that. And she definitely wasn't chasing any guy. A pretty girl? Maybe she'd think about it. But a man? Hard pass.
"So," she muttered to the empty room, "plan is simple. Stay far away from the main characters. Stay far away from the whole plot."
Some people might say she should just quit the show. But it was too late for that. The guest list had gone live on Weibo weeks ago. If the Su family heiress backed out on the day of the first live broadcast, the high-society gossip would never end. Her family's reputation would take a hit they didn't need.
So, salted fish mode it was. Smile, nod, do the bare minimum, and let the drama swirl around everyone else.
Su Wanyan nodded firmly to herself, feeling a little steadier. She glanced at the bedside clock and sighed. It was afternoon already and only three hours until the cameras started rolling downstairs. Good thing she wasn't rushing back to work.
The original Su Wanyan had taken a full year off, and no one had complained. Her father owned hospital chains across the country, sure, but more importantly, she was brilliant.
She had figured out ways to drastically cut cases of Sudden Infant Death Syndrome—those heartbreaking moments when perfectly healthy babies stopped breathing in their sleep. She had also cracked Necrotizing Enterocolitis, the terrifying condition that could destroy a premature baby's intestines in days.
Real breakthroughs. Lives saved. Awards earned.
Such a smart, kind woman. So why did she let herself get played so badly by a scheming omega?
Su Wanyan shook her head. "Not my mystery to solve. I'm staying out of it."
She stood up, rolled her shoulders, and opened the bathroom door. As expected, it was beautiful—soft lighting, warm tones, rounded edges, everything gentle and calming. The kind of bathroom that made you feel cared for. Perfect!
Now then, it's time for the usual routine. She washed her face with cool water, then picked up the toothbrush and squeezed on some mint paste. While it foamed in her mouth, nature called. No big deal, just pee and get on with the day.
Still brushing, she pulled down her pajama pants.
And froze.
There, where there definitely shouldn't be one.. Su Wanyan's eyes went wide. The toothbrush slipped from her lips.
"Why do I have a penis?!" she shouted, voice echoing off the marble tiles.